books44 Chapter 292 Going to work is just a way to find an excuse to take paid leave!
Chapter 292 Going to work is just a way to find an excuse to take paid leave!
Immersed in the harmonious and pleasing atmosphere, Aunt Fanze subconsciously unpacked the local specialties beside her:
"You should all try this. It's a specialty fish roll from Izumo, very delicious. I heard that the child accidentally broke his leg, so I brought it to help him recover..."
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell him I'm next door!"
With two sweet little boys by my side, I completely forgot to tell my son!
"It's alright, it's alright~" Kuromon Haruya glanced at the clock, "It's about time."
Fanze's mother blinked: "Time?"
Ding ding ding, ding dong—
No sooner had she finished speaking than a series of shrill doorbell rings, deliberately disturbing the peace and sounding extremely offensive and rude to Fanze's mother, causing her to frown and worry.
"This ringing... could it be that today is the day the Tokyo yakuza collect protection money?" "Mr. Kuromon, what would you like to eat for lunch today?"
Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.
The door was unlocked from the outside, and Fanze Zhenren, leaning on his cane, casually tossed his crumpled backpack onto the entryway floor, his shoes scattered at the doorway, and swaggered in:
"Ugh, these damn detectives at the shop today, always trying to shift blame, are so annoying I just want to kill them myself. Oh, and hurry up and finish this, the owner's waiting to grab a bite during his lunch break..."
The old mother's sharp, disdainful gaze pierced through, not as oppressively murderous as Gin's, but even more so!
"You child...you scoundrel, killing people, freeloading, and all that, is this how your mother taught you to treat work and friends?!"
Gulu.
Fanze Zhenren choked back a beat and took a half step back: "Th-that, Mom, let me explain, it's not like that..."
"Fan, Ze, Zhen, Ren!"
"Ouch——"
......
ten minutes later.
"Oh dear, so these are common expressions in Beika Town!" Hanzawa's mother scratched the soft, long mochi-like body of Hiromitaro and looked at her son, who was sitting upright beside her. "I thought this kid had gone astray by coming to the big city and getting involved with the yakuza."
The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment after these words were spoken: "..."
Fan Ze, whose career was booming after joining the criminal organization, said: 'Looking away is a sign of guilt. At times like this, you should deliberately open your eyes wide and look directly at your mother!'
An undercover police officer who had also committed numerous murders: "What you just said was indeed misleading."
The truly heinous leader of the criminal organization, Haruya Kuromon, gloated as she leaned close to the mother of the criminal and whispered:
"Madam, when Makoto first came to Beika Town, he almost got scammed by a shady merchant selling cheap daily necessities. That's when I saved him and introduced him to a job."
Fanze Zhenren: "......"
It's obvious that these two were young and fearless, daring to impersonate codenamed members, using Gin's name to intimidate others, and were even caught by Calvados and forced to join!
Just recalling his heroic deeds back then, Master Fanze gasped in horror at his youthful ignorance:
If someone really dared to do that, it would be a well-known story circulating in the organization for three years!
"No!" Fanze Zhenren suddenly switched to a murderous mode with red eyes, his gaze shifting alertly between his mother and Kuromon Haruka: "What did Mr. Kuromon call you just now?"
“Signora, huh?” Kuromon Haruya said sincerely, spreading his hands. “It’s Italian for ‘madam’ or ‘lady.’ As you know, I’m of Italian descent.”
"Oh my!" Fanze's mother was even more satisfied. "Mr. Heimen is actually from Italy, the epitome of romanticism worldwide. No wonder he's so thoughtful!"
It is also the birthplace of the global mafia, Amuro Tooru added in his mind.
However, there was another man at the scene who was even more hostile than him.
"Hey, Haruya!" Fanze Zhenren hopped up behind him on one foot, affectionately wrapping his arm around his neck. The dazzling red light was noticeable even from behind. "The shopkeeper's in a hurry for lunch, let me help you out!"
As she spoke, she disregarded whether Yoruichi Kuromon resisted or not, and dragged him into the kitchen while jumping around.
"Mr. Black Gate! Don't try to fool me with your plans for my mother!"
This was the first time that Fanze Zhenren had shown him his seriousness; he had offended him, and this was not something that could be dealt with by jokes.
Seeing his reaction, even Kuromon Haruya was momentarily stunned, inwardly admitting his own actions...
...Just as I suspected!
It's not that he deliberately tried to be friendly to tease Hanze; Kuromon Haruya had basic respect for his friends and their families. The "yes" here refers to knowing about a different decision.
'That's right, that's the real reason I abandoned my boss identity and disguised myself as an ordinary person!'
Haruya Kuromon could hardly remember the last time someone dared to show emotion to him. Five years ago? Ten years ago? It was rare and deadly.
Being a king is the loneliest thing. Holding the high position of boss, every interaction must be equated with self-interest and power... especially after Gin and Vermouth grow up and become independent individuals who can no longer be seen as children.
'I should have killed all those old fogies who knew me sooner, and then started a new account to live under a different name!'
"I'm sorry, my actions did cause some misunderstanding."
Returning to the present moment, Kuromon Haruya clasped his hands together and sighed apologetically: "Because that's Mr. Hanzawa's mother. As a friend, colleague, and superior, I must do everything I can to put her mind at ease."
In the living room, Aunt Fanze was taking boxes of local specialties out of a heavy handcart: black buckwheat noodles, amulets, homemade cured ham, and clams...
Squinting briefly at the fish, Kuromon Haruya turned and took out a salmon from the refrigerator, slicing it into evenly sized, thick slices:
"Don't underestimate Beika Town, a hotbed of vicious murders! It's no wonder parents worry and fret when their children are out in the world alone, especially here. Given Mr. Hanzawa's pitifully limited social experience, he might one day be forced to cross-dress and sell alcohol at a ladyboy bar to pay off his massive debts!"
"Hey!" Fanze Zhenren protested, but without the previous seriousness.
"Kidding!"
Raising an eyebrow and scoffing a few times, Kuromon arranged the sliced sashimi into a maple leaf shape, then suddenly lowered his voice:
"Actually, it's because...there are some things that your family might worry you about only reporting good news and not bad news, but if they hear about them from other people's occasional complaints, they'll believe most of it. Before you came back, Mr. Fanze, whenever there was a segment about a murder case on TV, Madam would subconsciously glance over nervously, and then breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that your name wasn't on it."
Having loved ones who always think of you is a common yet precious thing. I hope you can truly enjoy the joyful time you spend reuniting with your family, instead of trying so hard to comfort and hide your true feelings.
"After all, people like me no longer have the chance to cherish or waste time."
Fanze Zhenren was stunned.
Kuromon Haruya's tone was light and airy, even carrying a hint of teasing laughter, but his eyes, as dark as a deep forest, seemed to conceal some unspeakable, heavy past: "Mr. Kuromon..."
"Alright! Lunch is almost ready. I'll go take some to Chengshi first!"
Without responding to Hanzawa's call, Kuromon Haruya deftly packed the food into a lunchbox, pushed open the door and walked out, leaving Hanzawa Masato with only a silent silhouette.
Fanze Zhenren felt as if the sky was about to fall!
'My best friend took care of my mom personally, and I inexplicably got angry with him, even guessing his wounds that would never heal!'
'Mom, I'm absolutely terrible!!'
Ignoring the whispers he overheard, Kuromon Haruya held the bento box, a smile playing on his lips:
As expected, Mr. Fanze is really too easy to handle!
"In that case..."
He picked up his phone and dialed a number: "Hey, Gin. Guinness's mother is in Tokyo. Does our organization offer any parental leave?"